The days had blurred into nights, and I couldn’t remember the last time I’d left Leah’s side. I spent every waking moment at the hospital, fluffing her pillows, adjusting her blankets, getting her food, helping her change clothes. Leah was slowly getting stronger, but the doctors were concerned. Her body wasn’t healing as it should, and they didn’t think she’d be released anytime soon.
I made sure she was comfortable, checking on her constantly. I helped her with sponge baths, guiding her gently, trying to keep her spirits up. She was embarrassed at first, but I reassured her. “You’d do the same for me,” I’d say, offering her a smile that I hoped would make her feel better.
Each day was an uphill battle, helping her get in and out of bed, even assisting her to the bathroom. I tried to st
